>>5276469“Not to put a damper on things,” Sybil interjects as you quietly simmer with the radio in hand, “but did you find anything else of note in the exhibit? Perhaps something those scouts were looking for?”
“Didn’t have much time to look around…” Art replies in an apologetic tone. “But get this: the museum managed to translate a few tablets–one on that TOTEM we heard about, the other on DEMONS!”
Now it’s YOUR turn to get excited! Whatcha got?
“So that TOTEM’s powering up the lich’s magic, right?” Art asks, earning a shrug from you. I mean, it’s been a few threads… you THINK that’s what it was doing?
“The museum curators believed it was some kind of SIGNAL AMPLIFIER–they found a few tablets detailing proper settings, interference, potential contamination, stuff like that.” The security goon continues.
Does, uh, does that mean that the totem could have, I dunno… contaminated PEOPLE?
“They definitely aren’t ruling it out.” Art replies. “The tablets suggested it was some kind of Radio Antenna–it takes in WILD MAGIC and, uh… does stuff with it.”
“A magical amplifier. Sounds useful… if not extremely dangerous.” Sybil remarks. “And I assume that totem has something to do with the other topic?”
“Exactly.” Art confirms. “The details are scarce, but one of the tablets had, like, containment procedures for uh… what did it say again, Tuck?”
“Extradimensional beings.”
“Yea, that. Guess they’ve had issues in the past.”
This is all nice and good, you growl, but did they find anything about REVERSING this crap? Anything USEFUL?
“They didn’t leave an INSTRUCTION MANUAL lying around, Stan.” Art counters defensively. “There were a bunch of these POWER CELL-looking things lying around, though–maybe they’re running out of juice?”
“Question is,” Tucker chimes in again, “For what?”
Well, you segue, they can go back in once they’ve caught their breath and find out, right? Your suggestion is met by a trio of groans.
“Do we HAVE to?” Eddie moans. “Art almost got carried away by a pterodactyl!”
“Yea,” Art agrees, “AND a union soldier threw his sword at me. And my back hurts, by the way.”
THESE bitches… Rubbing the bridge of your nose, you ask them where they are now, if not the museum.
“Oh, uh…” Art mutters, “Well Gus knew this good Mexican place in the area, so-”
“Anyone want more horchata?” Eddie asks just barely out of reach of the speaker.
“Err… we’re nearby.”
FanTASTIC.
>CONTD. 